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A Young Albert Grossman prepares to take his first bite of infamy...
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| Gouda-pork-intestine hybrid, prepare to meet Albert Grossman's steely digestive tract... | |
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| The answer, my friend, is blowin' in the wind... the answer is blowin' in the wind... | |
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| That kid's crooning has taken my appetite from me... and replaced it with AMBITION. | |
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That night in Greenwich Village... Destiny.
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| These goons don't understand my weighty poop... Gotta wait for the 60s, and keep on keepin' on like a bird that flew... | |
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